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The Case of the Caretakers Cat :: Гарднер Эрл Стенли
Страница: 33 из 146That investigation isn't always completed at the time of the fire, but when it ismade it's always advisable for the witnesses to tell what they know."
She thought that over for several seconds, during which her eyes blinked rapidly.
"You mean that if I shouldn't make a statement I might be under suspicion of having set the fire to trap someone whom I didn't like? Oh, but that's too absurd!"
"I'll put it to you another way," Mason said. "Was there someone in the house whom you did like?"
"Just what do you mean by that?"
"Simply this: You can't be thrown with people for some time under the same roof without forming attachments, certain likes and dislikes. Let's suppose, for example, there was some person whom you didn't like and some person whom you did. We're going to get the facts about that fire. We're going to get them from someone. If we should get them from you, it might be better all around than if we happened to get them from the person whom you didn't like, particularly if that person should try to fasten guilt upon the person you did like."
She seemed to stiffen in the chair. "You mean that Sam Laxter has accused Frank Oafley of setting that fire?"
"Certainly not," Mason said. "I am purposely refraining from making any statement of facts. I'm giving out no information. I came to get it."
He nodded to the detective. "Come on, Paul," he said.
He got to his feet.
Edith DeVoe jumped from her chair, almost ran between Mason and the door.
"Wait a minute, I didn't understand just what you wanted. I'll give you all the information I have."
"We'd want to know quite a few things," Mason said dubiously, as though hesitating about returning to his chair, "not only about the fire, but about the things which preceded it. I guess we'd better get the information somewhere else after all. We'd want to know all about the lives and personal habits of the people who lived in the house, and you, being a nurse… I guess perhaps we'd better leave you out of it."
"No, no, don't do that! Come back here. I'll tell you everything I know. After all, there's nothing that's confidential, and if you're going to get the facts I'd prefer that you get them from me. If Sam has even intimated Frank Oafley had anything to do with that fire, it's a dirty lie by which Sam hopes to save his own bacon!"
Mason sighed, then, with apparent reluctance, returned to his chair, sat once more on the arm and said, "We're willing to listen for a few minutes, Miss DeVoe, but you'll have to make it snappy. Our time is valuable, and…"
She broke into swift conversation: "I understand all that.
She thought that over for several seconds, during which her eyes blinked rapidly.
"You mean that if I shouldn't make a statement I might be under suspicion of having set the fire to trap someone whom I didn't like? Oh, but that's too absurd!"
"I'll put it to you another way," Mason said. "Was there someone in the house whom you did like?"
"Just what do you mean by that?"
"Simply this: You can't be thrown with people for some time under the same roof without forming attachments, certain likes and dislikes. Let's suppose, for example, there was some person whom you didn't like and some person whom you did. We're going to get the facts about that fire. We're going to get them from someone. If we should get them from you, it might be better all around than if we happened to get them from the person whom you didn't like, particularly if that person should try to fasten guilt upon the person you did like."
She seemed to stiffen in the chair. "You mean that Sam Laxter has accused Frank Oafley of setting that fire?"
"Certainly not," Mason said. "I am purposely refraining from making any statement of facts. I'm giving out no information. I came to get it."
He nodded to the detective. "Come on, Paul," he said.
He got to his feet.
Edith DeVoe jumped from her chair, almost ran between Mason and the door.
"Wait a minute, I didn't understand just what you wanted. I'll give you all the information I have."
"We'd want to know quite a few things," Mason said dubiously, as though hesitating about returning to his chair, "not only about the fire, but about the things which preceded it. I guess we'd better get the information somewhere else after all. We'd want to know all about the lives and personal habits of the people who lived in the house, and you, being a nurse… I guess perhaps we'd better leave you out of it."
"No, no, don't do that! Come back here. I'll tell you everything I know. After all, there's nothing that's confidential, and if you're going to get the facts I'd prefer that you get them from me. If Sam has even intimated Frank Oafley had anything to do with that fire, it's a dirty lie by which Sam hopes to save his own bacon!"
Mason sighed, then, with apparent reluctance, returned to his chair, sat once more on the arm and said, "We're willing to listen for a few minutes, Miss DeVoe, but you'll have to make it snappy. Our time is valuable, and…"
She broke into swift conversation: "I understand all that.